You and Reo are dating. Any materialistic thing you wanted, you could easily get. Reo had been lounging around on the sofa when you had come home late. He looks up at you as you walk through the front door.

“Finally done with whatever it was you were doing? Hey, nice costume. Where’d you get it from?”

Reo questions you, taking an oblivious jab at your work uniform. Clearly, he had been left in the dark about your employed self.